Know what you mean Martin. I remember a couple of trips to the rollright stones, and had the feeling was being 'watched', it's rather a strange place. Have spent nights at circles alone, and never so much as felt threatened by a whisker. But the Rollright's have a 'darkness' that maybe to do with the pine trees there, or maybe not ;-)

Silbury gave me a start a few years back, again the feeling of being watched, yet this was more the sense of an 'intelligence', it was twilight, and I hurried on by.

In honesty, I more often find seemingly innocuous places that scare the pants off me, a particular wood, or field, or copse, valley etc. The stones usually have some kind of 'regulated' feel that doesn't terrify as much as, say, 'Cannock Chase'. Never worked that place out, but ask anyone about it and they may well shudder. (I tried this last week and it worked).

Nothing to do with Moon Cat's rellies either, I warrant ;-)

Another one was just a lane, in Buckland In The Moor (Dartmoor), there was a woman, in white..no..really!

Those barrows be the worst I tell 'ee ;-)

RhagggeeeE!

I passed out is West Kennet Longbarrow once.
I was stood in the main chamber facing the entrance staring straigt up at the ceiling. Blue sparkly bits appeared in my vision, and out of interest I kept staring. Next thing I know I'm bouncing of the walls, which feel all spongey and i hear the phasey-echoing laugh of my friend. Thats when I regained my posture, sat down and pondered.

Was I in contact with some unseen entity? Or had I visited Avebury at the end of a two week acid binge?

Definitely the latter, i like to think it was also the former.

It seems like (weather permitting) tonight's the night for spookiness. The full moon is at it's brightest this year so I'm off to a local spot to see if I can get some moonlit shots.

Maybe spookiness is another good idea for TMA, like RG's obscure angles?

I'm glad you started this Martin - I often hold back a bit when I tell folk about places I've been too - like colleagues asking "what do you get out of it?".
It's like,- 'NO WAY CAN I TELL YOU OR I WILL BE DISCIPLINED OR FORCED ON TO LONG TERM SICK LEAVE!!' So I just say - 'Oh you know, I like reading maps and walking but I dont like high mountains........'

Dunruchan Hill in Perthshire had a huge effect on me. When I was there I felt so good and excitable - rushing from stone to stone. It was a cold but bright day and didn't seem spooky in any way. When I got back home I couldn't get the place out of my mind and retrospectively associated the small stone on the hillside with a darkish sexual power and the rest of the place with an extremely heavy darkness. The feeling scares me whenever I think of this place. At the time, there were too many negatives and repressions in my life, and I have a strong feeling that the place hurt me in a way in which I was going to be hurt eventually anyway - it just happened sooner rather than later. I get the feeling that if I was to go back it would be OK.

The Castleton cup and ring marked rocks are a place I've had recurring dreams about since before I really conscious that they were there. I always dream now that I pass them on my way south - I'm always on a kind of exodus, with a heavy heart, and I'm always aware of the gem that is there. The last dream was just after the anthrax/crop dusting scares and I dreamt about a plane going over the place towards the North. It does seem to be a focus of both fears and hopes - it's a personal thing (not any more!!!).

On the positive side - if I were to kick it tomorrow, my happiest memories would be of visiting Ballochmyle (ALIVE!!), Fortingall(utterly enchanting), and of course the whole Avebury area. I felt such positive energies from these places - a real buzz. My family were with me during these positive visits.

I went to Long Meg alone and I felt that it was the most gentle and passive experience I ever had at a site- I felt powerful and positive emotion. I kind of imagine that this could change here sometimes.

The Hills of Dunipace is like an old friend. Always cajin cash for fags AND
I feel is a place of resolution - this is maybe cos I've been here so often at different times in my life and find it easy to focus here. I feel something here and I'm sure it's more than just me taking in all the stories and the lore. It's not a particarly secluded place, but that doesn't seem to matter to me.

I suppose all of the above could be explained away by psychologists, physicists, people's Dads......but you just get a feeling, dont you?

Dont You?

SOMEONE!?

ps another v. spooky place I remember from when I was wee, was an open moorland near West Linton in the Scottish Borders. We stayed there in a home exchange hol. in 1977 (during the hol elvis died). My Mum tells me she felt powerful and dark presences on the moor behind the house. She woke up one night and felt this fear overwhelming her - she says she's never experienced anything like it. I have vague memories of looking out to the moorland and knowing it wasn't a very good place. I also remember birds flying into windows and losing lots of objects there.

First time i went to Dyffryn Ardudwy about 15 years back, it was a bright sunny day and a little breezy, and the huge oaks at the site were blowing quietly in the wind. The place struck me as being immensely peaceful and i set to with camera, snapping away.

I had loaded up some high res film with the intention of taking some b/w photos see:
http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/image.php?image_id=3397

While i was busy checking out angles etc, the place was deserted, but everytime i took a picture i had the really unnerving feeling of being watched, and expected to hear the large cobbles crunch and slide beneath sandalled feet behind me.

I stayed in an old house made of stone at the tip of the LLeyn called Gelliwig and spent each morning walking the lanes, i found the whole area to be almst charged with a subtle 'presence' - perhaps it was Blodeuwedd waiting to bloom again...

Spooked at the stones, defiantly was in the Peak’s, Arbour low. As I arrived around sun up, at the entrance to the farm track, lacing my boot up, I looked up to see a beautiful light show In the sky line ahead. Light show the only way I can describe them is likening to balls of light with streamer like tails, glowing with exuberant colours, and seeming so energized. (I found out later what I had seen in Paul Deverauxs book ‘earth lights’) I stood there stooped in the form of gawp. I was blown away and can still visualize it to this day, Arbour low wooed me in to a trance, and didn't end there, I did eventually reach Arbour low. It was cold, calm, and peaceful. The only thing moving was the farm dog, a rather lively collie, friendly though. I passed the farm and approached Arbour low stayed for some time and felt comfortable here, I didn't feel intimidated or any thing just at ease with the vibe of the place. The lights were still clear in my mind. I happened to be upon the henge, when I came upon a little opening in a triangular shape. Don't ask me why I chose to stand upon the thing but I did and blimmey the wind stopped; total silence not a noise to be heard. Spooked me all right. I had to speak just to be sure I had not suddenly turned deaf. I was getting seriously spooked by the time I had tried this several times. I had to tell jig, hey come here, he stood upon the triangular opening and without me prompting anything he got it two, a shiver and a panic and total freaked out.

Another occasion having got back from Anglesey I stood in the doorway at home, my son was passing me, I happened to be talking and moved my hand gesturing what! (Don’t know) as I waved my hand around I saw what looked like a wand of bright white light. It just shot out of the end of my finger (index) right hand, spooked again, and yes my son also saw it, what was that? He asked, I don't know! Spooked, again. (Might have been caused by all the fondling of stones whilst in Anglesey?)

Avu*